A quiet thought
That rumbles like thunder
Beneath the surface of a face
Thar ripples solemn expressions.
Thank you for reading my writing ! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
A quiet thought
That rumbles like thunder
Beneath the surface of a face
Thar ripples solemn expressions.
Thank you for reading my writing ! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
One response to “Free Hand #107”
Very interesting and impressive. Enjoyed